Chapter 52

Port Mafia, Leader's Office -

Mori Ogai stood by the window, watching the orange sunset dye half the sky red. He coughed a few times and said, "Chuuya, go."

Nakahara Chuuya stood not far from him, with a complicated expression. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after hearing Mori Ogai's weak cough, he quickly closed his mouth, bowed his head to him, and said respectfully, "Yes, leader."

He retreated, took the elevator downstairs, and then walked out of the □□ building and walked towards his home.

Nakahara Chuuya did not drive, he just walked slowly, and his home was not far from the □□ building, so half an hour later, he saw the villa he bought from a distance.

When he was about to reach the villa, he stopped and looked at the figure crouching at the door of his house from afar.

The boy was thin and seemed to have run away from home. He was in a hurry and only wore a coat. His dark hair was a little messy and he was holding a pillow in his arms.

The boy's face was full of sleepiness, his eyes were half closed, and his head was nodding. But when he was about to fall asleep, he woke up quickly and fell asleep again after a few seconds.

It was Akabane Hinami.

Hirai Wataru's younger brother.

Nakahara Chuuya stood there for a long time, then walked over and came to the boy. He stretched out his hand and gently patted the boy's shoulder: "Hey, wake up!"

The boy was suddenly startled, stepped back, and then tripped on the stairs and fell to the ground. He widened his eyes and looked up at the person who came: "Ah!"

When he saw that it was Nakahara Chuuya, the surprise on the boy's face disappeared, and then joy appeared: "Oh, it's the kind man!"

Nakahara Chuuya said "hmm", stretched out his hand to help the man up, and then asked him: "What are you doing here?"

The boy was not very tall, only a little taller than Nakahara Chuuya, but he was thin and his face had not yet grown. Standing next to the imposing Nakahara Chuuya, he did not feel any oppression, but more like a child.

The boy's eyebrows drooped, and his face was very aggrieved: "I'm so hungry, I don't know how to cook, my brother said that if there is anything, I can ask Brother Chuuya for help."

He looked at Nakahara Chuuya expectantly: "So, Brother Chuuya, can you cook for me?"

After hearing his words, Nakahara Chuuya stood there in silence for a few seconds, then turned around and opened the door, saying: "Come in."

Akabane Hitomi walked in happily holding the pillow, and began to look at the environment inside as soon as he entered. Nakahara Chuuya ignored him and went straight to the kitchen.

Akabane Hitomi looked around the house, then fell on the sofa and rolled a few times, rubbing the soft pillow, and squinted happily.

After a while, Nakahara Chuuya came out with a bowl of noodles and put it on the dining table.

He took off his apron, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Akabane Higen, propping his face up to watch him eat noodles.

It must be said that Nakahara Chuuya's cooking skills are worthy of learning from Hirai Shigeru. Akabane Higen happily slurped up the whole bowl of noodles, and drank several mouthfuls of soup in a row. He put down the bowl with a sense of unsatisfaction and looked at Nakahara Chuuya:

"Thank you, Brother Chuuya!"

"Um... You're welcome." Nakahara Chuuya came back to his senses and replied subconsciously.

Then he looked at the boy's happy face, hesitant to

speak: "You..." Akabane Higen was very talkative after eating. He bent his eyebrows and smiled: "Brother Chuuya can take me away."

Nakahara Chuuya looked at him in surprise: "How do you know..."

As soon as he said this, he stopped again. This matter is actually very easy to guess. After all, the current situation is here. Mori Ogai and Moscato are poisoned at the same time. As long as one of them dies, the supernatural power can be lifted.

But now Moscato is missing, so if you want to find someone, you can only look for Akabane Higen. After all, he is the closest person to Moscato.

Nakahara Chuuya's face is very complicated. He doesn't want to disobey Mori Ogai's orders, nor does he want Akabane Higen to take risks.

One is the leader he is loyal to, the one he wants to protect; the other is the younger brother of his best friend, the most important relative, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

But now Akabane Higen has taken the initiative to say that he wants to go to the □□ building. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

What to say?

Should he tell him not to go? What about Mori Ougai?

Should he let him go? What about Wataru?

Akabane Hinami could see his confusion. He raised his eyebrows and smiled obediently at Nakahara Chuuya: "It's okay, Chuuya brother, nothing will happen to me."

"And now is not the time to think about this. Now is the time to release the superpower as soon as possible."

"So, brother Chuuya, please take me to find that bald uncle!"

Nakahara Chuuya was reluctantly persuaded by him, and then he heard his name. He was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Bald uncle...referring to..."

Akabane Hinami smiled innocently: "It's the bald uncle who wears a red scarf, often has a sloppy beard, and has thick dark circles under his eyes!"

Nakahara Chuuya:...

He thought about Mori Ogai's hair in his heart, and then fell silent again.

After a while, he took Akabane Hinami out of the villa.

"Brother Chuuya, I'm so sleepy, can you carry me on your back?" Akabane Higen walked beside him, yawned, and his tone was a little unclear.

"Huh? Carrying on your back?"

Nakahara Chuuya was startled by his words and almost blurted out "Are you a kid?", but swallowed it back after seeing the boy's youthful face: "You..."

Akabane Higen hooked his fingers and shook them, looking at him eagerly, with a sweet and sticky tone: "Chuuya-brother~"

"Okay~"

Nakahara Chuuya:...

He pulled out his fingers and pressed down the brim of his hat, his ears turned red, and the pressed down brim of the hat blocked his evasive gaze: "Tsk, really."

"Come up."

Akabane Higen happily threw herself on him, put her arms around his neck, then tilted her face to rub Nakahara Chuuya's orange curly hair: "Thank you, Nakahara Chuuya-brother!"

Nakahara Chuuya didn't say anything, but the ears hidden under the curly hair became redder, and his face gradually tended to turn red.

He used gravity to float the hat to the side, so that the boy could lean on his shoulders better, and then he carried the boy on his back and walked towards the □□ building.

Akabane Higen was just too lazy to walk, and then he wanted to be lazy on Nakahara Chuuya, but he didn't expect that the man walked so steadily. In addition, he had just eaten quite full, and after eating and drinking, he gradually felt sleepy.

After yawning for the third time, he finally couldn't resist the surging sleepiness and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was already in the leader's office.

Akabane Higen just sat up on the sofa, and the black coat he was wearing slipped to his waist. He subconsciously grabbed it, and then rubbed his eyes and looked at Nakahara Chuuya. Sure enough, the man was no longer wearing the black coat.

He looked in the other direction at Mori Ogai, who was still standing by the window with his back to him, and didn't react when he heard the noise.

Seeing that Mori Ogai ignored him, Akabane Higen happily decided to ignore him.

He stood up, holding the black coat and walked to Nakahara Chuuya, smiling at him obediently: "Thank you, Brother Chuuya, I'll return the clothes to you."

Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously glanced at Mori Ogai, who still didn't react. Seeing this, Nakahara Chuuya had no choice but to take the coat and put it on, whispering: "It's okay."

"Akabane-kun is really cruel." Mori Ogai sighed and walked over.

Akabane Higen took a step back and shrank behind Nakahara Chuuya: "Don't come over here."

Mori Ogai stopped and saw the wavering doubt in Nakahara Chuuya's eyes. He sighed again: "Are we really not going to have a good talk?"

Akabane Higen shook his head firmly and still hid behind Nakahara Chuuya: "I don't want to talk to a bald uncle!"

Bald, bald uncle? ? ! !

Mori Ogai touched the top of his head in shock, and only breathed a sigh of relief after touching his hair, then restored his smile and said: "Akabane-kun, what are you kidding, this joke is not funny."

However, since you don't want to talk to him, why do you take the initiative to come here?

A flash of confusion flashed in Mori Ogai's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he still had a decent smile on his face: "Are you really not going to talk to me about Moscato, Akabane-kun?"

Akabane Higen hadn't said anything yet, but there was a commotion outside the door. Nakahara Chuuya frowned, and just took two steps, before he went out, the door opened.

Ozaki Kouha and Akutagawa Ryunosuke pushed the door open from the left and right, and then an old man with a cane walked in.

Nakahara Chuuya looked at Ozaki Kouha in confusion, but Ozaki Kouha just covered her mouth and smiled, then looked at Mori Ogai.

The smile on Mori Ugai's face froze for a moment, then quickly recovered, but the smile was more respectful: "Teacher, why are you here?"

Well, now there is no need to guess, he knows why Akabane Higen said he didn't want to talk to him.

Mori Ugai glanced at the boy's dark eyes full of smiles, and bowed respectfully to Natsume Soseki.

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Akabane: Start to make trouble!

I'll give you my advance collection. I will write it after this book is finished, but it may take a long time. If you are willing, please join the pit, hehe.

Advance collection: "Red Square: Maybe I'm Still Dreaming"

Matsuda Jinpei always thought that his classmate was a weak clerical staff who couldn't carry anything on his shoulders or hands. From the police academy to his later work, his health was always very poor, and he would vomit blood and go to the hospital at any time. It was not

until that day when he saw the black-haired police officer with a pale face knocking down a strong man with a clean punch in the surveillance video that he realized how wrong he was.

Matsuda Jinpei: ...hagi, pinch me, I might be dreaming

Amuro Toru always felt that people like Yue were born to be in the sun. He was God's gift, the hope of those who had one foot in the quagmire. He was an untouchable light and would never be intertwined with darkness.

Until one day he ran into the cold-blooded silver-haired killer gently pressing the black-haired police officer on the sofa and kissing him. The young man called him "Azhen" in a trance with tears in his eyes, and he realized that light can also be seen in the darkness.

Toru Amuro & Rei Furuya: I seemed to dream that the boss I wanted to assassinate was having an affair with my crush at the same time

Conan Edogawa had been carefully investigating and avoiding the people of the Black Organization, but he was caught by Gin one day. He looked at the silver-haired killer approaching him with an indifferent and murderous look, and thought he was going to die here.

Until he heard a familiar cough from behind the man, followed by a gentle call: "Azhen, are you scaring the child again?"

Then he saw the silver-haired man who was still murderous in the last second, took off his coat and put it on the rising star of the Metropolitan Police Department who appeared behind him, and said softly: "The wind is strong, let's go back first."

Edogawa Conan: Can Gin be so gentle? This is probably a dream. It's so absurd.

Kuroda Hei has always been satisfied with the child he adopted. The child is well-behaved and sensible. Although he is a little naughty sometimes, he is still very obedient.

Until one day he received a call from the child, and the child asked him what he would do if he kidnapped the top killer of the Black Organization? He thought the kid was joking with him, so he said he would be happy, praised him for being great, and tried to help him solve the problem.

Then that night he saw the silver-haired killer who was the most wanted in the Metropolitan Police Department whispering to his child to drink medicine.

Kuroda Hei: I seem to be too tired and hallucinating.